With the incessant honking and bustling traffic at the hospital, the security personnel arrived to instate some semblance of order.

Finally finding an opening, the driver accelerated, leaving the reporters behind.

The reporters were wary of getting injured. Even if they were to get compensation, dealing with Blakely Group's formidable Legal department wouldn't be a walk in the park. The reporters tried to generate public opinion, but it had minimal impact on Blakely Group's stock. Compared to Tyrone, the other CEO were leading more promiscuous lives. This news was hardly noteworthy.

On the contrary, they could end up facing retaliation, experiencing losses, and finding themselves without any recourse for help.

With the hospital in the rearview, Tyrone's expression remained unchanged.

Their arrival at the hospital had gone unnoticed, yet a short while later, they were swarmed by the press.

The driver sighed in relief.

His employment remained secure.

Abruptly, Tyrone's phone buzzed.

He retrieved it from his suit pocket, glanced at it, and hung up.

Sabrina cast a sidelong glance at him, asking, "Why didn't you take the call?"

"It was a spam call."

Sabrina didn't say anything.

Moments later, a notification buzzed.

Tyrone, however, didn't acknowledge it.

Sabrina speculated it was likely another attempt by Julia or Galilea to reach out to him.

As they entered the parking garage of Blakely Group, the car came to a halt by the elevator.

Tyrone said abruptly, "I've some matter to attend to. Head up first."

Sabrina paused briefly, then opened the door and responded, “Alright.”

She closed the door behind her, and the car slowly backed away.